shower head baptism of contemplation of why am I doing this of what mask will I put on tonight the clacking's been on sick leave no-no, don't worry, I’m just going to the gas station necessary fuel for conflict engine Kerouac crossroads of some highway so much construction and pass-aggro piloting I can even see poems in the headlights, ain’t that something? 8 is the magic number for Octavian’s final breath and years I've tasted laughter from across the mirror those things in the angles that always made sense naught for a living principle on the razor edge high ground spout aside don't you dare until the thought ran out of battery stop and ask myself was there any self-control, or did you just give up because it wasn't working? is it so hard now that I know not whom I speak to? shower’s been off sitting on porcelain tile grass as empires of ant-men orgasm and castrate themselves between my knuckles and wage some cosmic bug crusade charging under my skin my lungs my molars but I've played this instrument so many times before why have I forgotten the chord progression why did the callouses disappear why did I ever think the vision quests would be a good idea if I can't even handle this baby food bull shit never again how about and this is after-after the blitz birth that claimed me until the hospital drop off point and the Bob Dylan came back on alphabet reunion but now playing potluck with the other fence side and oh the sense it makes because it's familiar and safe and razor judge keeps a watchful eye so I don’t care that I’m not familiar with this part of town I’ll park my jeep here anyways lets walk doesn't matter how packed the place is just want to talk to you god damn can these fuckers get out of the way and why is their card declining please move off finally rounds on me and take a sip and put on the shades.

 

The Beast.

 

Even when I took them off a couple of times.

 

It’s those moments where The Beast makes too much sense.

 

ICU-ICU cot with respirator strapped to machines makeshift bed in living room of apartment what's the code to get in I could be in bad shape outside the gate we know what ward this is and the CO took the night off god your music taste is so good strange woman wants weed because she has coke why is that person sitting on the floor he's not going to die because he's not I only wanted that one drink the crushed compact cars and the Judd door and the aluminum boxes why is this making so much sense because I’m driving tonight he's in the best place with the best doctors the game has favor for him why is the strange woman offering us two pieces of gum legs touching each other under the table it's always been green eyes behind the veil waiting for me just wait here while I go inside for a bit oh haha I think I missed the turn you need to watch out because I might fall in wow I can't believe the security guard is doing rounds right now that's worth the rent in my book hey look at that you still got it now let me think of a song as the hash comes in like a stealth bomber what the fuck didn't eat that piece of gum, did I? no it's still here in my pocket things are at play that I have no way of understanding no I’m not fine what the hell is happening who's bathroom is this I lay-lay the water's going down I don't want to cross the line but the joke has such a sexy punchline lean on me and stare I know you don't like when I wear these things but I can't let you see what he's thinking I want to cross the line songs added to the queue and so much nostalgic influenza wasp sting of the summer I remembered I couldn't have you wait that was this summer wait why are the brunettes looking the same like me in the mirror don't look in the mirror put the things back on hello-hello come give me the love I’m not getting I miss everybody so much and I want romance with all of them don't ruin it please my God don't think about the hospital bed and the surgeries let me suffocate the real world with my car exhaust come escape to the 4 am interlock inhales tear long sleeve off twister arms wrap legs sweat tectonic fault lines of ours or we or us.

 

It feels like a dream. What doesn't nowadays. But I know why it was. Why it will be so hot under the covers while I pretend like I’m asleep. You both know who I am. More than everyone else. Don't trust anything I say. Don't listen to my prayers. How I see would make you vomit. How I think would make you load the gun you keep hidden. And use it when the time was right to end The Beast. I'm going to ruin so many people after I'm done with all of you. Better save them. You’re more deserving anyways. I’m giving you a chance. Please do it. Fill my pockets with stone. Balance the glass on my head. Cut the Bastard's brakes. Plant the nails like saplings and light the pyre. Burn this orchard, for the crop is a cage. The Under-Lands are a trap for beautiful women, everyone knows that. I'm not a good person. You all stayed for my words, and I’ve run out of the pretty ones. Give me inferno. It's the only thing I really wanted from this. That's what these bad boys are for. The Singularity Sunglasses. The blaze is blinking before me. Your poem is burning.

 

There it is.

 

Recite the same lines.

 

Or don't.

 

What has there ever been to say, anyways?